[ Looking up through the branches of a tall ponderosa pine; the sun glints through the needles, lighting the branches and trunk from above. ] I got so many good pictures that last Woods Day, & it’s a good thing, because I’ve barely had a chance to get out into the woods since. Y’all have …
[ Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is curled up comfortably on a white towel. The wall behind him is also white. ] Tom has found a new spot! & it is clearly very comfortable. I wonder where he is?
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby, seen in closeup; he’s laying in someone’s lap on a teal-green skirt, more-or-less facing the camera. ] Why do they look forward to fighter practice so much when they’re just gonna sleep through it?
[ A broad pile of boulders, probably thirty feet high, looms over a stretch of ground dotted with confiers. ] Turns out there were TWO big piles of rocks within sight of my Woods Day spot. A conundrum: which to climb? Have you met me? BOTH. This was the second one.
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness, stands in the shade of a couple of really big boulders stacked atop each other. He’s looking off to the right, ears and whiskers perked forward curiously. ] Loiosh really enjoyed having this big pile of rocks to scramble around on. And under, and around, and …
[ Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is walking away from the camera, into a small space between big boulders. His tail sways from side to side. ] Tom’s not at all worried about squeezing himself into a small space. To be fair, he’s smaller than I am, so there’s a lot less squeezing.
[ A very close view of green-grey lichens on a hunk of pinky granite. ] … okay lichens aren’t plants AS SUCH but close enough
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness, stands on a good-sized boulder, looking over his shoulder at another rock a couple feet away. More rocks occupy the rest of the image, towering far over his head. A stand of conifers is visible through a gap between two of the boulders. ] Loiosh does …
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness, has his head turned to the side, muzzle pressed right up against the spot where his harness is mussing his fur. ] Loiosh has a licky spot. He doesn’t like to admit it, & he REFUSES to stick his tongue out if he can help it, …
[ In a clearing in the woods, a folding chair sits at a small wooden workbench. The bench holds a scattering of items, including a rusty piece of metal and a white plastic water bottle. ] What a lovely place to ACTUALLY REMEMBER TO TAKE PICTURES WHILE I’M WORKING.